Post nuclear revolution
The death of lust
how glorious
In the desert of
the angels
Oh where kingdoms once
could scratch the sky
In the old times when
we were blind
Oh-woe---------oh
Oh-woe---------oh
woe-HOE--------oh
Woe-hoe---------woe
And people now meet
eye to eye and
kill for what once the
kids could buy and
there is no crime but
the dead persist
their bodies stain my
conciousness
Oh-woe---------oh
Oh-woe---------oh
woe-HOE--------oh
Woe-hoe---------woe
Woe my god my god
what have you done?
We killed our mother
And our sons
And my hands are red
My mind is spent
For fifty cents
I gave in
Last edited by Jadix; 03-25-2007 at 05:31 PM.
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